Name Me

He grabbed me round my slender neck
I could not shout or scream,
He carried me into his room
Where we could not be seen;
He tore away my flimsy wrap
And gazed upon my form -
I was so cold and still and damp
While he was wet and warm.
His feverish mouth he pressd to mine -
I let him have his way -
He drained me of my very self
I could not say him nay.
He made me what I am, alas!
That's why you find me here...
A broken vessel, broken glass -
That once held bottled beer.